Desirix Pt. 03

"Let's go shall we?" Sarah said. Her tone was gentle yet firm, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint.

A mix of trepidation and curiosity churned in the pit of Dan's stomach as he reached for the keycard that she had place on the bar in front of him. His fingers were trembling slightly as he picked it up. The truth was that he was powerless to resist Sarah's invitation and one way or another he would have to face whatever lay in store for him in that hotel room upstairs.

Sarah's emerald eyes never left his as she slid off the barstool, her movements fluid and graceful. She stood before him, her posture poised and confident.

"So, Dan," she purred, her voice laced with allure, "are you coming with me?"

Dan knew he had no choice. The thought of what the Desirix might do if he tried to resist or escape sent a shiver down his spine. Reluctantly, he slid off his stool and stood beside her, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Yes," he uttered, his voice barely above a murmur.

As he responded, a subtle change occurred. The Desirix, which had been a barely-perceptible presence, became more pronounced, hugging slightly closer around his waist. It was as if it were reacting to his response, affirming his answer, and preparing him for the journey ahead.

"Good boy, Dan," Sarah purred, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Let's go, shall we?"

Before Dan could react, she slipped her arm around his, stepping in close as though they had known each other forever. The unexpected contact sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but be struck by the way she smelled. The floral fragrance that emanated from her hair filled his senses, and her slender body felt warm and inviting as they stood close together.

Arm in arm they walked out of the bar and over to the elevator, the hotel lobby eerily quiet as they made their way towards their destination. Their footsteps echoed in the empty space, adding to the surreal quality of the situation. As the elevator doors closed, Dan couldn't help but wonder if anyone else saw them or even thought about what they were doing. They probably just looked like a normal couple on a night out.

Sarah pressed the button for their floor and gave Dan a pleasant smile. She stood beside him, her body radiating warmth, and he couldn't help but notice her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm under the tight red fabric of her dress.

His thoughts drifted, his imagination running wild as he speculated about what would happen when they reached the hotel room. Was he really going to submit to this beautiful, enigmatic stranger?

"Nervous?" Sarah asked, her tone playful and teasing.

Dan couldn't help but chuckle nervously. "Yeah, a bit," he admitted, his cheeks flushing crimson.

Sarah's expression softened, her gaze filled with understanding. "Quite natural." she said, her voice soothing and calm. "I promise, I'll take good care of you."

Before Dan could process this glimpse of a different side of Sarah the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Together, they stepped out and walked down the empty hallway, the sound of their footsteps on the carpet seeming quite loud in the silence of the corridor. As they approached the door, Sarah gave him and expectant look and he realised he still had the card in his hand. She took it from him and slid it into the reader.

The green light flashed, and the lock clicked open. As she pushed the door open, Sarah's gaze met Dan's, her emerald eyes regarded him with an a calm confidence.

"Are you ready?" she asked, her voice a seductive murmur.

Dan swallowed hard, the butterflies in his stomach intensifying as he contemplated what lay ahead. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, he took a deep breath and nodded, a single word escaping his lips. "Yes."

At his words, the Desirix shifted once again, tightening around his waist and subtly caressing the most sensitive parts of his body. As he crossed the threshold into the hotel room, Dan felt the door click shut behind him, and a shiver ran down his spine.

Sarah was still standing beside him, her body pressed close against his, and the sensual scent of her perfume filled his senses. He felt her hand on his chest, the gentle pressure urging him backwards until his back came into contact with the door.

"Relax, Dan," she whispered, her voice a sensual murmur. "Let me show you what this device can do."

His breath caught in his throat as he felt the Desirix shifting, its presence becoming more pronounced. It tightened around his waist, and an unfamiliar tingling sensation enveloped his groin. His pulse quickened, his nerves electrified with a blend of fear and excitement.

"You see, Dan," Sarah continued, her voice low and husky, "the Desirix knows what you want, what you crave, even if you won't admit it."

The Desirix, in tune with her words, reacted. It pulsed with a subtle warmth, the sensations coursing through him with every heartbeat. His breath hitched as the silky tendrils shifted, teasing and tantalising him with its touch.

"It can give you exactly what you want," Sarah breathed, her lips hovering dangerously close to his. "All you have to do is let go, and give yourself to the pleasure."

As she spoke, the Desirix intensified its manipulation, sending a rush of sensation cascading through him. It was as if a warm, wet mouth had wrapped itself around his erection, the velvety texture engulfing him completely. The feeling was so lifelike, so intoxicating, that he could feel his resolve crumbling. With each heartbeat, the device pulsed with an intoxicating rhythm, drawing him deeper into its thrall. The silky tendrils caressed his shaft, massaging and stroking him in a way that was both maddening and irresistible.

Sarah's breath was warm against his ear, her lips grazing his skin. "Do you like it, Dan?" she murmured, her voice a sensual whisper. "Can you feel the pleasure building?"

As she spoke, the Desirix seemed to respond to an unspoken command, its touch shifting. The phantom mouth seemed to move, sliding further down his length and enveloping him completely. The sensation was so lifelike, so exquisite, that Dan could scarcely believe it was possible. The device seemed to know exactly where to touch, how to stimulate him, as if it were tuned to his every physical response.

The Desirix intensified its manipulations, its phantom embrace enveloping him in a wave of pleasure. His breathing grew ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as he gave himself over to the sensations. His hands were pressed flat against the door behind him, his fingers grasping for something to hold onto as his body surrendered to the device's manipulations.

"I... I can feel it," he managed to utter, his voice hoarse with desire.

Sarah's lips curved into a wicked grin, her eyes smouldering with lust. "Oh, Dan," she whispered, her tone laced with amusement, "We've only just begun."

She let her hand slide down his chest as she stepped back and to the side, the movement a smooth and sensuous dance. Her fingers brushed over the concealed Desirix, a subtle reminder of her control.

"Take a seat," she said, her eyes locked onto his. She indicated a simple chair in the middle of the room. It wasn't the normal place for a hotel room chair to be, so presumably she had placed it there earlier.

Obediently, Dan followed her command. He sat down, the room around him seeming to melt away as he focused on her as she approached him. Sarah's expression was sultry, her gaze filled with a potent mixture of lust and dominance. "Good boy, Dan," she purred. Her hand brushed over his thigh, the light touch sending a shiver of desire through him.

As Dan settled in the chair, the Desirix adjusted, shifting and tightening. He couldn't help but gasp as the sensations rippled through his body.

"The device will do some things without my prompting," Sarah explained with a smile. "If I tell you to sit down, it will help you get comfortable. It will also... help you observe the ground rules to our relationship, and of course it will help you be more truthful if you're lying to me."

She stepped closer, her fingers tracing a sensuous path along his jawline. "And now, we'll have some fun, just you and me." Her lips curled into a playful smirk. "Just don't move, okay?"

"Okay," he whispered.

In a fluid, elegant movement, Sarah straddled him, her hips lowering themselves into his lap. She pressed her body against his, her warmth seeping into his skin.

"Your hands stay at your sides." Her voice was firm yet friendly. "No touching."

Dan felt her breasts, soft and full, press into his chest as she leaned in, her lips hovering inches away from his. He could smell her perfume, the intoxicating aroma filling his senses, and he was overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. His breathing was heavy, his pulse racing, and his body quivered with a blend of anticipation and trepidation.

"Of course Desirix can help you keep your hands to yourself, if you're having trouble."

As Sarah spoke, the Desirix reacted and he felt tentacles constricting around his wrists and pulling them to the back of the chair. He could feel the silky tendrils encircling his arms, restraining him with a surprising strength.

"But lets see how you get on with a little self control." Sarah gave him a wink and Dan felt the tendrils release his arms again. They were now free, though he didn't dare move them from where they now hung by his sides.

Sarah leaned in even closer, her lips ghosting over his, her breath warm against his skin. "Now," she whispered, her tone smouldering, "let's see what this naughty little device can do."

Before Dan could respond, the Desirix began its manipulations. The sensations that rippled through him were so intense that for a moment it felt like he was falling through the chair. It was as though his erection was being massaged, stroked, and caressed by an invisible lover, the velvety touch enveloping him completely. He could feel the device pulsing, throbbing, matching the rhythm of his heartbeat, and tingles seemed to flood through his whole body as every part of it seemed to respond to the sensual manipulations.

"Do you like that, Dan?" Sarah murmured, her lips were mere millimetres from his.

The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, that Dan could barely speak. He could only manage a weak nod, his eyes glazed with ecstasy.

Sarah's smile widened, her gaze filled with mischief. "I can tell you're enjoying it." She reached out and traced a finger along his jawline, her touch sending shivers of delight down his spine.

"It feels... incredible," he gasped, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Sarah's emerald eyes glimmered with amusement. "Let's play a new game. I call this one 'try to have an orgasm'."

Dan's breath caught in his throat as the Desirix responded to her words, the silky tendrils tightening their grip on his shaft. The pulsing sensation increased, the phantom mouth enveloping him with a wet, velvety warmth. It was as though the device was determined to bring him to the brink of ecstasy, its relentless manipulations overwhelming him with sensual delight.

Dan's heart raced, his breathing ragged, as the device pushed him closer and closer to the edge. His body trembled, a mix of pleasure and desperation coursing through his veins, and he knew he was powerless to resist. His mind struggled to keep up, the sensory overload making it impossible to focus.

"Doesn't that feel amazing, Dan?" Sarah whispered, her lips almost grazing his. "Give in to it, let the pleasure take you."

Dan could feel his resolve crumbling, his body succumbing to the device's seductive touch. The Desirix shifted, its silky tendrils pulsating around his shaft. Every heartbeat sent a surge of sensation through him, the intensity increasing with every passing second. He could feel his climax building, his body straining to contain the powerful release.

Sarah's lips were a tantalising whisper against his, her breath warm and enticing. "Let it happen, Dan. Just let go."

As the Desirix intensified its manipulations, Dan's eyes widened and his mouth opened in a silent cry. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and his body trembled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. He could feel the pressure mounting, the ecstasy building, and his entire being seemed to yearn for release.

But he wasn't having an orgasm. No matter how much stimulation Desirix gave him no matter how much his body quivered, his release remained just out of reach. The device seemed determined to push him to the very limits of his endurance, yet the orgasm, that elusive climax, wouldn't come.

The Desirix intensified its movements, and his body strained against the powerful sensations. Dan could feel the sweat forming on his brow, his muscles quivering, and the pleasure coursing through him was so intense that it was almost painful. But still, the release wouldn't come.

He glanced down, his body desperately yearning for the relief that was being denied.

"What's wrong, Dan?" Sarah whispered, her tone dripping with amusement. "Feeling a little frustrated?"

The pleasure was building, the device relentless in its efforts, yet Dan couldn't help but feel a growing desperation. As the Desirix intensified its manipulations, Sarah's expression changed. Her eyes narrowed, and a mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

"You're not allowed to come, Dan," she murmured, her voice laced with a smoky allure. "Not yet, anyway. Not until I say so."

As she spoke, the Desirix tightened its grip on his shaft. The pleasure was intense, and Dan's body tensed, his muscles quivering.

"That's right, Dan," Sarah cooed, her tone seductive and enticing. "My little friend can actually suppress your orgasms, even as it stimulates you. I control when you get to come."

"Trust me, it'll be worth the wait." Her lips grazed his ear, her voice a sultry purr. "When you do finally come you'll come harder than you ever have before."

The Desirix shifted its pace, the pulsating tendrils tightening their grip around his erection seeming to perform smooth wet strokes in five different directions at once. Dan's body was shaking and suddenly he couldn't take it any more. Instinctively his hands had found their way to Sarah's waist. He needed something to hold onto, anything.

Sarah's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she leaned in closer. "Remember what I said about no touching, Dan?"

The Desirix reacted, the silky tendrils wrapping around his wrists and tugging them behind the chair. With irresistible strength the tendrils pinned his hands behind the chair's back, leaving him unable to move.

"Tsk, tsk," Sarah murmured, her tone laced with a mix of amusement and disappointment. "Naughty boy, Dan."

Then her eyes gleamed and a mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "It seems the device is going to have to teach you a lesson."

As she spoke, the device's silky tendrils tightened around his wrists, pinning him firmly to the chair. The Desirix administered its punishment, and a sharp stinging sensation flashed across his inner thighs. Dan's body twitched, a gasp escaping his lips, and the pain was sudden and unexpected.

"Oh, Dan," Sarah purred, her eyes seeming to glitter with delight, "you're in trouble now."

The Desirix intensified its punitive actions, and the stinging sensation surged through his body. The tendrils continued their pulsating grip on his wrists, and the pain, coupled with the ongoing pleasure from the manipulations of the penile sheath, was enough to make his head spin.

"This is your punishment, Dan," Sarah breathed, her voice low and husky. "For not obeying the rules."

Dan's mind reeled, his senses overwhelmed by the mixture of pleasure and pain. The sensations coursing through his body were intense, and the stinging pulses seemed to reverberate throughout his entire being. He could feel the sweat forming on his brow, his muscles quivering, and his heart raced as through it all the Desirix intensified its assault on his shaft.

"Please," he gasped, his voice a strangled cry, "please, I can't take it anymore."

Sarah's emerald eyes burned with a potent mixture of desire and dominance, and her lips curved into a devious grin. She cocked her head and regarded him, like a predator watching its cornered prey. She gave the tiniest of nods, and the sensations ended instantly.

Dan felt himself go limp and he realised that every muscle in his body had been tensed up. His cheeks flushed hot and he could feel his cock throbbing. "Please," he whimpered, his voice barely above a murmur. "I need..."

"Oh, I know what you need," Sarah breathed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "And the Desirix is going to give it to you, in time."

Sarah reached out and traced a finger along his jawline, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. She loomed in his personal space, her gaze smouldering with lust, and he was transfixed by her presence. Held as he was in the grip of the silky tendrils tight around his wrists, held in place on the chair he felt very vulnerable.

"But," she said lightening up a little bit and sitting more upright in his lap, "perhaps you do deserve a break. Let me show you something else that the device can do."

He watched helplessly as Sarah moved her hands down his chest until they came to rest on his belt. Her delicate fingertips unbuckled it and unzipped his trousers. Next her fingertips found their way to his upper thighs and danced lightly over the Desirix, as it was wrapped around him under the fabric of his clothes.

Dan became aware of the device stirring as it shifted around under his clothes and he watched as some of its thin silver tendrils emerged. Sarah was still straddling him, the fabric of her dress bunched across his lap. Moving like strands of living quicksilver the tendrils folded back on themselves and seemed to burrow beneath the red material, feeling their way toward her inner thighs.

Sarah closed her eyes, and her expression shifted, a subtle change coming over her. A soft moan escaped her lips, her eyelids fluttering. "Mmmm," she breathed, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The Desirix was shifting, its pulsations radiating from beneath her dress. She began to roll her hips, her movements smooth and sensuous.

"Yes, oh yes, that feels good," she purred, her lips parted.

Dan's eyes were wide, his mouth agape. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sarah was being touched in some way, the device reacting and moving as she seemed to be almost riding it. The action was hidden from his view, but it was clear that whatever it was doing was producing very enjoyable sensation for her.

"The Desirix is a very versatile little device, Dan," she breathed, her voice dripping with arousal. "It knows so many ways to deliver pleasure."

The tendrils anchoring the Desirix to Dan pulsed, tightening and loosening as she moved, and Dan could tell the device was responding to her actions.

"See, I can use the device to satisfy myself," Sarah cooed, her gaze locked onto his, "and the best part is, you get to watch."

Sarah's hands moved up to grip Dan's shoulders, as though to steady herself. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The Desirix seemed to be reacting to her every movement and little involuntary spasms in her leg muscles gave him a sense of the pleasure building within her. She was so close to him and his erection was straining yet he couldn't get any direct stimulation from her movements, the penile sheath was somehow keeping him numb to any contact. Arms bound, pinned to the chair, he could do nothing but watch as she took her pleasure from the device.

"Don't worry, Dan," she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper, "the night is still young. I haven't finished with you."